Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Dungeon
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"Haa, haa, haa... This is exhausting."
Trudging forward through the sticky monster blood coating the cave floor.
I approach Buer, who's lounging against a rock, chugging vodka like it's water.
Here I am busting my ass hunting monsters, and that bitch is over there feasting solo.
"Tasty?"
"Ugh, it's so damn good."
Yeah, of course it is.
You're the only one slacking off, so of course it is.
"How many bottles is that now?"
"Just three."
One bottle of vodka is like five bottles of soju, so she's pounded fifteen bottles' worth right there in no time flat.
She might just keel over any second.
"Kuh, worried about me, little one? With your two-beer limit, stick to cola."
"Who said two beers? My tolerance has gone up lately."
Two beers was back in the day. These days, it's definitely shot up big time.
Look at me now—I was drinking with Xue Lian just before this, and I'm fine.
"So, how much?"
"Five beers."
"Pfft—"
"What?"
Five beers look like shit to you?
That's like two and a half bottles of soju. Not small potatoes. Absolutely not.
"Heh, alright, little one. Let's grab drinks together later. Big sis'll buy."
"I got more cash than you, you fucking bitch."
Ugh, seriously.
"Anyway, Buer. You know how to get out of here?"
"Nope."
"Any alternatives?"
"Obviously?"
"Obviously?"
"Nah."
Aigoo, got it.
She's so brazen I lost my words for a sec.
Well, yeah, it makes sense there wouldn't be.
"No cell signal either."
Just in case, I pull out my phone and try calling out. No bars.
No internet, data's dead too.
Completely cut off.
"What's the big deal? Keep killing 'em till the boss shows. Rip its head off, and we're out clean. Perfect, right?"
"Perfect."
She's right, for now.
No phone, no info, no clue where we are? Just charge ahead.
If we die in the process, wrong answer. Survive? That's the right one.
"Alright, Buer."
I snatch the vodka she's about to one-shot as she pulls out her fourth bottle.
Her face turns all pouty, like a kid who lost her toy.
A 204cm giant making that face... it's just... something.
Disgusting.
"You take point."
"Aww? Why me?"
Why?
"You're the tank, I'm the DPS. You tank up front for me."
"I deal way more da~mage than you! DPS, sub-DPS, it's all good."
What did I just hear?
Dildo?
Ew, dirty bitch.
"Crazy bitch."
"Heh, why? My hole's big, so it goes in smooth."
"Wasn't curious about that shit."
Really wasn't even a little.
"Fine, if my little one's that scared, big sis'll lead. Yeah, I'm the 'big sis,' right?"
She emphasizes "big sis" hard.
We're only two years apart, but she milks the sis card like crazy.
"Yeah, damn sis. Lil' bro's scared, so get up front quick."
"Eung? What's up with Tree Tree? Saying that stuff yourself. All grown up?"
Lead injection to her skull later. First, escape.
Work that bulk right, and we can breeze out of this dungeon.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm grown. Hurry up front."
She giggles, agrees whinily, and steps ahead.
Yeah, keep going straight.
Honey-suck back here.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Tang—! Tatang—! Tang—!
"No way..."
"Puhahaha, monsters must love you."
"This make any sense?"
I'd pushed Buer out front as we headed toward the dungeon core.
Ran into tons of monsters, sure, but cleared 'em smooth, no issues. That's how it was going...
"Why do they keep coming from behind?"
These fuckers ignore the huge tank up front and target the slender me in back.
Goblin pedo creeps—drooling 'cause of that.
Eromangas had goblins loving big-titted knights, but reality's bullshit.
There's a big-titted knight right here.
Kwaaang—!
"One here too."
Dunno if knights use axes, but there's a chick with huge tits, thighs, height—everything huge.
Why why why fuck why!
Why me only!
-Grrr!
-Gruk!!
Again again again! Goblins ambushing with daggers behind rocks.
I hose those sneaky, creepy, filthy green dwarves with the Deutsche etiquette injector.
HK416's superior 5.56x45mm NATO rounds swiftly and precisely pop the inferior goblin scum heads.
Kwajik—!
Blood and brains splatter the floor in the process, but whatever—not my house.
"Ugh, gross."
One shot to an oncoming goblin's head, then two to the mana eater following.
Unlike Glock's subsonic, our mighty HK416 clocks Mach 2.3-2.7—supersonic.
No dodging for mana eaters.
Blue centipede-thing pierced, body crumbles.
"Buer, can't speed up?"
"Little one okay?"
Calling me little one openly now, damn bitch.
"With what?"
"Can't keep up with big sis's stride, huffing?"
...Yeah, payback when she's sober.
Stuff some Aryan lead in that Slav bitch's mouth.
"Shut up and advance."
"Hing."
Hing my ass.
Tang—!
"No gross cuteness. Move."
"Hey, cuteness? I'm cute."
"204cm gorilla's real cute."
"True, compared to little one, I ain't even close."
Ugh, really.
"...Quit yapping. Move."
"Ung, let's go."
Slaughtering charging monsters, we race toward the cave's end with Buer.
D~B-grade mobs pouring out—this dungeon's A-grade.
Trash D~B, boss at least A~S.
"So? Scared?"
"Nah?"
No reason to fear.
Killed S-rank hunters, Interpol, Chinese cops, Russian mafia, Middle East oil barons.
Some A~S monster?
No chance.
"Puh, cool. Looking good, little one."
Grinning amused, Buer hefts her massive battle axe.
Mana coats the axe, turning blood-red and thick.
"Let's hurry then."
Red haze rising, she swings hard.
Downward chop, like splitting logs. Simple motion.
Kwaaaaang—!
But the aftermath? Not simple.
Dozens of blocking monsters, cave walls, trees, rocks—all.
Erased clean, no trace left.
"Badass."
Red haze lingers lonely over pulverized monsters, lighting the path.
"Badass?"
"Yeah, badass."
One compliment, and she's beaming.
Fair enough.
Worth praising.
I can't match that destruction.
Credit where due.
"Almost there."
Straight path ahead—we've reached the dungeon core, cave's end.
Dungeons center on a nucleus, shaping environs and monsters.
Guardian always protects the core nearby.
"Found it."
Guardian to the dungeon, but to us? Last key out.
Click.
So please, no hard feelings. Just lament this sad fate.
"Whoa, bigger than expected?"
Blue crystal at the center.
Huge wolf coiled around it.
-Krrrarar...
Drool hits floor, melts it.
"Of course it's a Zarvaka."
Thought easy clear, but A-upper boss: Zarvaka.
Of all things, that shitty wolf.
Gotta CC it solid.
Berserk's a pain.
"I'll start."
Fucking rot.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ [Magic Bullet Shooter activated] [7 magic bullets loaded] [Devil possesses the shooter's rifle (HK416)] Dump the mag, rack the bolt open.
Load magic bullets direct, close bolt.
"Buer, ready."
First to sixth round.
This'll do.
"Got it."
Dubious reply from Buer.
But enough.
Chamber first, aim for Zarvaka's eye.
While it's still.
Guarding duty now, not attacking yet.
But any killing intent, fangs out instant.
Tang—!
First magic bullet flies, black trail ripping air to Zarvaka.
Bursts right in the eye.
-Krrrarar!?
Hit, it whines like a bitch in heat.
Horny stud desperate for a mate.
Perfect stall.
"Buer!"
"I know!"
Won't last long.
Zarvaka's too strong—2-3 secs max.
But 2-3 secs for Buer? Enough to wreck a city.
"Hup!"
1 sec: Axe glows red.
2 sec: Axe rises.
3 sec: Red blade strikes neck.
Kwajik—!
Huge mutt's head severed.